Samantha

Samantha - 1995-2011

Last night mom had to put to sleep her cat Samantha (aka - Ms. Pris).  I think that is one of the hardest things you can do and I did not know what to do to make my mom feel better.

Max and Samantha - litter mates

Mom bought Max and Samantha when she was living in California.  They were the best little kitties ever, even though they looked like two little rats (wish I had scanned the photo mom has of them as babies to show you).  Both of them helped put a smile on mom's face when she truly needed it.

Ms. Pris and her favorite purple fuzzy ball

I wish I had the words to describe the feelings we have for our babies, but I don't.  I just can tell you it was a lot of fun watching Samantha walk around with that purple ball in her mouth and her her growl. 

Mom telling me the story of the time in California, she had the Christmas tree up, she would come home from work and she would see two sets of little eyes looking at her from the top of the branches.  Or the story mom would tell of when she was living with my grandparents, when she moved home from California, grandma would go to the kitchen and see the lazy suzan open and Samantha's little eyes looking at her from inside.

Or tell you how you would sit down, on the couch, to eat your dinner and Ms. Pris would jump on the arm of the couch and then beat you with her head until you petted her.  She would just keep butting you with her head until you would stop eating and scratch her, and if you stopped scratching her she would start it up again.

Queen of her throne

I could go on and on but I won't.  I wanted to give some good thoughts for mom to remember of her baby.  We will miss you Ms. Pris.  You put smiles on our faces, what more could you want from your babies.

IF I SHOULD GROW FRAIL

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain does keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done
For this - the last battle - can't be won.

You will be sad I understand
But don't let grief then stay your hand.
For on this day, more than the rest
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.

Take me to where my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end.
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.

Don't grieve that it must now be you
Who has to decide this thing to do.
We've been so close - we two- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

(author unknown)